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Week Twelve: Big Game
The ants were on the move. I pulled my head back below the open roof and called to the driver, “Hey…. wait…. Dickson, can you stop here?” Our guide dutifully brought the modif... read more...
Week Eleven: Two Africas
The first thing that impressed me about the Kenyan chicken farmers was that even though I wasn’t interested in buying a chicken, they still sat me down inside their tumbledown... read more...
Off the Map Week 10: Dust to dust
Wearing horns, fur and a tail in the middle of the Nevada desert may sound embarrassing. But wearing horns and fur and getting your tail stuck in your bike chain… now that’s t... read more...
Week 9: A Home on the Range
Harry Hill - age 80 - took a pull from his cigar and exhaled contentedly. From his living room, he could look out onto his quiet neighborhood in Anaconda, Montana. Nobody had ... read more...
Week 8: The Breaking Point
Jacking up the tire was worth a try. It was too late to have a mechanic fix the leak, and if I took pressure off the wheel, perhaps enough air would remain by morning to allow... read more...
Week Seven: Meager Victories
There are misfortunes that can afflict a traveler, through no fault of his own. There are outright mistakes a traveler can make, such as brushing his or her teeth with Benadr... read more...
Week Six: Rock Around the Clock
We were ten minutes away from departure when Jochi drove up on his scooter, pulled up his goggles and said, “You know about the rockslide, right?” I slammed the back hatch of... read more...
Week Five: Rush Hour
The cell phone rang while my Jeep sat idling two vehicles away from Canadian customs. It was Starling, explaining that I couldn’t reach her apartment in Vancouver using the i... read more...
Week Four: Smoke Jumping
I glanced over my shoulder. The winged fiends were keeping pace with me every step of the way, bobbing and weaving in tight formation, waiting for me to make the mistake of sh... read more...
Off the Map Week Three: The kindness of strangers
“I could club you with this,” spoke my straight-faced friend, Minnow, hefting a sizeable log in her tiny hands. She claimed to be kidding … just making a playful comment after... read more...
Off the Map ... Week Two: Ridgelines and treelines
Ever notice how people, without trying to be sarcastic or duplicitous, can say one thing and mean the exact opposite? Consider, for example, the statement, “I’m sure you’ll be... read more...
WEEK ONE: A frog misplaced
What the heck was I looking at, anyway? The weirdest creature to cross my kitchen floor in a long while was shuffling clumsily across the tiles – some kind of furry bundle th... read more...
Week 14: Bringing it all back home
From the rim of the hot springs, I languidly observed the approaching doe, who appeared interested in the delicate, soft grasses at the water’s edge. Two fawns crept up timidl... read more...
Week 13: Soaking in the Sierras
A moonbow. I couldn’t believe it. I was staring at an actual moonbow! I stood awestruck in the rain and moonlight, halfway between my Jeep and my tent beneath the lava clif... read more...
Week 12: Engine Failures
It was a cold night on San Joaquin Ridge. I sat behind the wheel, staying warm and killing time until I grew tired enough to inflate the mattress and try to get some sleep. ... read more...
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